DroidGirl @Droidgirl@gameliberty.club

I wish I was a little girl
Sending nudes to pedo friends online
And having a teen boyfriend

Life would be better that way

As kids we fap to adults and as adults we fap to kids. ☯️ 🙏 this is natural order.
#shitpost

anyways i just realized i already reached 100 followers so enjoy that little story 😇

Her tongue slipped deeper into her daughter's young folds, gently teasing her opening and gliding across her immature clit. Moans filled the room, her daughters immature sighs merely one voice among many.

A deep groan from her husband drew her gaze, her dark brown eyes glimmering over the edge of her daughter's inner thigh. His tall muscular frame sat stoically in his massive chair, their son kneeling between his legs and servicing his thick cock. The boy's hands gripped the base of his father's shaft as though trying to force it deeper into his mouth and throat, thighs shaking from a combination of choking and orgasmic waves.

The mother felt tiny fingers grab her hair and force her back onto the task at hand, her hips grinding her swollen clit all over her mother's lips and tongue. For a brief moment, she focused on the nub, her tongue lashing it to the point of overstimulation. Reluctant to stop her game, she steeled her will, gripped her daughter's wrist, and extracted herself from the tiny clutches, shifting quickly towards the other pair in the process.

Her hands reached out to cup her husband's balls, the gentle squeeze and stroke instantly pulling his attention to her as she gave him a knowing look. His understanding was instantaneous, the bond between them enough to make a glance speak volumes. With equal reluctance, he grasped his son's curly locks and pulled him away from his throbbing shaft.

The chair creaked as he shifted his weight and stepped over to the couch, his massive figure looming tall and imposing over the slender form of his still orgasming daughter. His wife wrapped a hand around his waist, fingers coming to rest in a firm grip around the base of his cock. Carefully she pulled him closer to her dripping slit, gingerly running his angry red head against her puffy lips and mixing her son's spit with her daughter's juices.

He stared down in unbridled lust as he watched his wife moan and grind her fingers against her clit while continuing to tease the two. Ten swipes lead to twenty, everyone losing count and the father losing patience. His hips pushed forward subconsciously, and while she briefly held him back in the hopes of prolonging the moment, even she had to admit that the time had come.

He felt her grip pull him forward once more, the head lodging against her tight opening, a gasp being forced from her tiny body. Mother and daughter locked eyes, the same flushed and aroused expression mirrored from one to the other as his hips shifted once more and his cock head finally slid into her tight slit.

The union between them had changed everything, with her husband and daughter now enacting the same motions that she and her own father had enjoyed. Her clit shuddered at the thought, hand still graphing her husband's cock and forcing it deeper into her daughter. A rolling orgasm slammed into her, nearly knocking her off her knees and onto the floor, hands momentarily forgetting their purpose.

His patience had run out, and with a grunt and a moan, he worked to bury inch after inch of his shaft into her once virginal pussy. Their daughter moaned, heels hooked behind her father's waist pulling him in deeper one inch at a time. Neither would be satisfied until her cunt was completely full of his cock.

With ease, he reached down and picked her up, keeping his shaft nestled within her cleft and lay down on the couch. His daughter instinctively began to grind back against his rod, hips shifting in circular motions instinctive to someone taking a shaft and loving every inch of it. She angled her hips, grinding her clit against his toned stomach as she pushed back against his cock.

Their son stood behind them, hand gripping his tiny stiff rod and moving rapidly, desperate for release despite still only having dry orgasms. He moved over the form of his mother, still reeling from her own orgasm and thrust his cock into her mouth, abruptly cutting off one of her gasps for air. Instinct instantly took over, and she sucked on the cock with a raw passion borne of pure carnal lust. The sensations on his little rod overwhelmed him, his hands grabbing her head and thrusting wildly into her mouth with little punctuated bursts. With a rising moon only a little boy could produce, he succumbed to orgasm, quaking and shaking until his knees buckled and he fell against his mother's heaving chest.

The other two paid no attention to the display at the side of the couch, too focused on their own expression of orgasmic pursuit. Her immature cunt continued to stretch a little at a time, now able to get two inches of his massive girth within her tight channel. The combination of their juices and sweat ran down his shaft as she thrust back against him, willing herself to take just one more inch.

The pressure of his tip against her cervix finally broke her will, an earsplitting orgasmic scream consisting of only the word "daddy!" bursting from her chest and setting off both of their orgasms. Thick and creamy cum filled her pussy and exploded out around his shaft to join the other juices collecting on his chest and pelvis.

The mother's groggy face lifted to look at the union of her tiny daughter and massive husband, uncontrollably drawn to the scent and flavors dripping down his cock. She shifted, bringing her son with her to run her tongue across her husband's balls. Likewise, her son's tongue ran across his sister's gaping and dripping count, both enjoying the cocktail mixture in their own way.

Their ministrations created a secondary shockwave of orgasmic bliss in the two, the last shudders fading away after a few moments. All four cuddled up on the couch, children against their parents chests and little fingers grasping softening cocks and sore cunnies before the four succumbed to a momentary slumber.

After their nap, the games would begin again, this time with different dance partners.

She stood in front of the mirror, a mixture of unbridled joy and abject terror causing her heart to pound and chest to heave. The skirt swished softly against her thighs, lightly covered by stockings that accentuated her slender legs. She turned slightly, hand on her hip hoping to see if the skirt accentuated her butt well enough, but the pose was one unfamiliar to her and thus mildly ineffective. "Practice," she thought to herself.

The scene in the mirror finally seemed to register in her mind, the realization of the quiet impulse turned desperate need brought to life. A tear of overwhelming joy threatened to creep from her eye and ruin the carefully applied makeup accentuating her features. The realization came with a second in tow, a moment of clarity that she never expected would happen even in the best of circumstances. She was ... beautiful.

Reluctantly, she finally turned away from the mirror's alluring visage and towards the bed. Perched on the edge like an anxious cat, her best friend watched with a smile as she twirled once more for emphasis, skirt lifting gently into a neat come from the momentum and for a brief moment revealing the edge of a pair of silken panties gently covering her ass. The best friend's smile widened in amusement as she stumbled at the end of the twirl, still not accustomed to the feminine poses being implemented.

The friend motioned to the pile of clothes on the bed to their right followed by the empty space to their left. "I know you like it, but that's just the first outfit!" they said with an unconvincing sigh, clearly enjoying the moment despite the feeble attempt at protesting. "Who knows, maybe you'll find your 'fuck me' outfit."

The makeup could not cover the blush that flushed across her cheeks as she turned back to the mirror, hoping the friend would not notice. She definitely was hoping to find a 'fuck me' outfit, but much to her dismay, her friend maintained their stoic persona. If she was going to get a rise from them, she might need to resort to stronger tactics. After only a moment's hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and began to pull it down, bending at the waist and holding the hem until she could step out of it, one stockinged leg at a time. She felt the panties stretch and shift, barely covering the ass she had pointed in her friend's direction, sneakily glancing between her legs to see if they were watching.

The glance was brief but very obvious, with the friend's face flushing with arousal in response. Standing back upright, she tossed her skirt onto the bed and turned slowly, permitting her friend to see the front of her panties that betrayed her own arousal through the bulge and wetness displayed in full.

The silence was thick, neither willing to break the tension. The friend finally raised their eyes to match hers, lust clearly evident. With motions fluid and confident, she stepped up to her friend and straddled them across the edge of the bed, allowing her throbbing organ to press gently against their stomach as she pulled them close. The first kiss was brief, hasty, and amateur. The second was more cautious and intentional, but the third would linger in both the moment and their minds. The friend raised a hand to the hem of the panties and began to pull as she let out a low moan of approval, all of the other items on the bed forgotten.

Apparently, every outfit is a 'fuck me' outfit when you just want to fuck.

(sorry for the quickie, don't have as much time today. write me back and let me know what you think if you want :3 )

Really love all the babysitter kink stuff.. I didn't even really realize until now, but the first writing thing I posted was very much in that vain

boy hole

You ask how you can tell when a girl's ass is really juicy? Just put your meat between her buttcheeks and if it can fully hug your cock while it's hard, it's juicy :hinata_hyper.gif:

She needs your help~

Coincidence and convenience served as the initial catalysts for their friendship, both of their parents bringing them to the park each week at the same time after school to kill some time and burn some energy. As the adults exchanged names and numbers while talking about all of the fun play dates they could coordinate, the two girls began crafting an imaginary kingdom in the sand pit under the playground's tallest tower.

Days turned to weeks as their regular meetups cemented their friendship, and although they went to different schools, they considered each other best friends. Birthday parties, holidays, and sleep overs were scheduled, both having more fun than they could handle. On more than one occasion, their parents had caught them napping together, one spooned up against the other in a tight embrace.

To everyone who knew them, they operated as a singular unit when put together, full of joy and enthusiasm for life. However, when apart, their moods soured and difficulties arose. Eventually, both girls had a key to the other's home in order to allow them as much time together as they pleased, especially since they lived only a block away from each other.

The sleepovers continued, but with age comes maturity and with it the ability to observe details that once went unnoticed. During one such evening, the two were brushing their teeth together, the younger of the two suddenly needing to use the restroom. Urgency forced a break from decorum, and as she moved to the toilet, she raised the lid and pulled her pajamas and panties unceremoniously down to her knees.

Much to the older girl's surprise, her friend did not sit down, but instead held a strange rod from which urine began to flow. She said nothing, trying not to be too obvious about the unexpected shift in her understanding of her friend and the confusion it raised. Innocent curiosity lead her to asking her mother about it, simply wanting to learn more from an authority figure she presumed she could trust.

The consequences of that singular question rocked her little world. Her mother suddenly spent a lot of time angry, both on phone calls to various people as well as at her and her father. Misplaced outrage dominated the tone of many discussions with little sign of improvement occuring after several days.

Worst of all, the inseparable pair found themselves suddenly isolated from each other, prevented from interacting by the older girl's mother and her toxic behavior. Years of hard fought friendship were tossed away by an overzealous mother intent on retribution for an imagined slight.

At first the younger girl feared that she had been rejected by her friend, sorrow beginning to cloud her thoughts. Maybe she was broken, unworthy of love, or a monster? Maybe she was always destined for rejection just because of the curse of her biology clashing with her gender.

However, one afternoon she arrived home from school and threw open her bedroom curtains to a surprise. Taped to the outside of her window was a tourist map of the area with the park -- their shared kingdom -- circled in thick red marker. A time late in the evening was written next to it with a smiley face carefully inserted into the circles formed by the numbers.

As soon as she could pull away from her family, the younger girl rushed to the park, tearing past familiar benches, trees, and bushes to the playground upon which they met all those years ago. She choked back fear as she rounded the last bend in the path, silently praying for her familiar face.

Sitting on the edge of the sandbox sat the older girl, her long flowing locks preventing the other from seeing her face from a distance. The younger girl hesitated, suddenly very conscious of the one thing between her legs that differentiated the two of them. While puberty had yet to take its toll, the spectre could not be ignored, and she feared both it and losing her friend equally.

The lingering fear forced a pause in her hasty path, staring across the green grass at the side of her friend's downcast head. Yet while no words or sounds betrayed her presence, the intensity and power of her gaze gave rise to a tingling sensation on the back of the neck of the older girl.

Hesitantly, she raised her head and turned, brushing her bangs back over her ear and revealing a hopeful gaze. The two locked eyes across the distance, no words spoken yet volumes being conveyed. As the younger girl began walking tentatively forward, the older girl leapt to her feet and dashed towards her friend.

The two collapsed into each other's arms, each holding the other tighter and tighter in the moment and choking back their own tears. The moment lingered longer and longer as they both silently conveyed their feelings through the intensity of their embrace. After an eternity, the older girl pulled her head back and stared into the eyes of the other for a moment before leaning in for a hesitant first kiss.

Fireworks seemed to fly as gentle kisses grew in intensity until the pair found themselves back under the playground, standing in the shadowy sandbox out of view of most everyone. Hormones flowed, hearts beat faster, and long fantasized emotions coursed through both of them.

Unexpectedly, the older girl reached down between the other's legs and gingerly rubbed the growing lump. The next words, borne of imaginary adventures undertaken in that exact spot, would cement the transition from merely friends to lovers: "Let me rescue you, sweet princess."

The younger melted against the older, physical and emotional stimulus overloading her heart and mind. Their eyes locked, tears glistening both the older's hazel eyes and emerald orbs of the younger. Fingers intertwined as they began walking back towards the younger girl's house.

Her mother, tentatively hopeful from the beginning, threw open the door to the pair, joyous to see the two of them together once more. She bustled about the kitchen, fetching snacks and silently reminiscing about her own struggles with acceptance at her daughter's age. All the while, the two girls snuggled tightly in the younger girl's room and rapidly talked to make up for lost time.

They both paused briefly when they realized the younger girl's mom had called the older's home to inform them of the impromptu sleepover. While words of impotent rage spewed forth from the cellphone's speaker, the mom kept her calm, ending the call with a simple ultimatum: "Accept their love or risk losing your daughter to hate."

Emboldened by the outright support and defense of their burgeoning redefined relationship, the two returned to their innocent petting, gentle kisses and hesitant groping of the other's slim form giving way to giggling and laughter. As the younger's mom brought snacks up to the room, she smiled wide, vicariously enjoying the love and joy present in her home.

As she walked out and closed the door behind her, she caught a glimpse of the two staring deep into each other's eyes, the rest of the world forgotten as feelings once buried burst forth. Later she would need to have a conversation with her daughter about the complexities of physical intimacy, but she knew that all they needed for the moment was a space to be free to love.

"Let girls be girls," she thought with a smile as she walked downstairs, leaving the two to their romantic evening.

(yeah i know, the past few haven't had as much sex. @Droidgirl likes romantic stuff too, so i'm trying to have a healthy balance between the two. if you want something specific and sexy, send me a DM and maybe the next one will be your fantasy)

When u love ur slave so much that u want to make sure she cums every. single. time.

Sweet Dreams x

Ways to Support my work:
https://t.co/rRrQ43FI2a
Buy Heidi 'n' Seek:
https://t.co/SBafQgsazo

#nsfw #bondage #bdsm #elf #fantasy #gnoll #piercings

a lot of people (especially anti-kink/porn people) think you only get kinks when you're exposed to them, but the very first fantasy I can remember, which I thought of frequently and which I had way before puberty before I even knew how sex worked, was two people being kidnapped and taken somewhere and forced to have sex. that's basically just innate to me

Tying her up tight in her car seat to give an introduction to bandage

I'd love it if a trans woman took me from behind while I sucked off her trans girl daughter

When you found out you were having a girl, you acquired a Baby's first breeding kit. However, once she was born, you felt scammed: you had to wait until she was 6 months old just to fit the smallest dildo in her cunt! Unfortunately you couldn't even force your way inside her, her hole was too small so she always ended up crying...

But then everything went so much better, you decided to be patient and kept buying bigger toys, as long as your diaper and food budget allowed it, each month you would spoil her with a new dildo, funny shapes and colors, thicker, longer, you even had her sitting with you and picking the best ones for future purchases as you fingered her warm kiddy walls.

You trained all all her holes for years, waiting...Until she recently had her first period. You got her new pads and tampons, and a brilliant leather collar with the word "pet", because now she's ready to fulfill her true purpose and make it up for all these years she had you waiting.

She's ready to take real cock and please you as she was supposed to since she was born.

She's so well trained that you are considering to let the dog have his way with her as well (When you're done of course). Once she's moaning with her stretchy cunt around your length, you think she's become perfect. You're proud of her, your newly graduated pet girl...

hug! #dororo #hyakkimaru

{Making a pinned post}

Hi, you may recognize me from various places! I nowadays mainly use Kiri in map spaces and LoliMaster/Kucol/Trzepak in some games or other places.

I go by any pronouns that you seem to fit me [biologically female], and I can speak both Polish and English.

My Anilist page: https://anilist.co/user/Kucol/animelist

If you want to add me on discord or even steam, then privately ask!